How are you going to tell me to get a job when your dads sitting outside the jobcentre picking up dockers in your sisters knickers.
Whilst we're on about your sisters knickers you want to tell the scruffy ♥♥♥♥♥ to give them a wash. I put my hand down there the other week mate, pulled them down. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hell, thought they were two-tone tiger stripes. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ skidders all over them, dirty ♥♥♥♥♥. Needs to put them in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wash.
You think you are sick though, man. You will know about when I batista bomb your Nan in the middle of Asda and shove an eggplant up her fanny. The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ [dust bag].
You think your are sick mate? [I'll ♥♥♥♥ your Dad with a sledgehammer] and facebump with your nan.
I'll ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cave your dads head in with a can of spam and [throat grip] yer nan until her [eyes] pop out of her head. Silly ♥♥♥♥♥.
If you keep on carrying on I'll skin your mum and wear her as a suit and shag your dad in it mush!